Grandpa is right, it's shameful to lie in bed and cry uselessly, and it's a man in vain!

I want to practice kung fu and make myself strong! When I grow up in a few years, I want to fight the sword world and go all over the world! Get my Kamiya back!

Since then, I have been like a different person, except for eating and sleeping, almost all the other time is soaked in the practice ground.

Knives, guns, sticks, saddle horses, hanging bows, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer.

The obsessive practice, coupled with the careful training of my grandfather and Uncle Yakrakhan, made my kung fu progress very fast.

Two years later, Yakra Han was ashamed that he had no kung fu to teach, so he left "Qingfengze" without saying goodbye and went to find another high.

saw that the eldest grandson had regained his senses and became a motivated person who studied hard and practiced hard.

Grandpa's joy was beyond words, and he generously donated a thousand gold to the monks of Zanmo Temple, and reshaped the golden body of the Bodhisattva in the temple.

In addition, he hired a master of martial arts from Luoyang to teach us a lot of money, named Huang Gang, who was a famous general of the Three Kingdoms.

This person is said to have the power of a thousand jun, and he can penetrate Yang in a hundred steps.

He also has a very special skill, which is the mana of meditation.

It is said that after this kung fu reaches a certain level, it can have the magic of being invulnerable and moving with the spirit.

I haven't seen the specific effect, but I did see Master Huang sitting on a stone plate on the shore of Qingfengze, sitting cross-legged facing the big lake, not moving for three days and three nights.

Three days later, he turned over and got off the stone plate like waking up from a big dream, his spirit was radiant, and he did not enter for many days without the slightest decadence, which was shocking, and he was regarded as a celestial man.

Once, when I was practicing with my master, I couldn't help but ask curiously, "Master, what is the effect of this meditation and can it improve your kung fu?" ”

"The body floats outside the sky, and the gods are handed over to the eight wildernesses. Jincheng, this is the supreme realm pursued by those who practice martial arts, just for the word "quiet". The master looked ahead and said with a faint smile.

"If the heart is not quiet, the kung fu will be scattered, and the internal injury will be invisible to protect the body, and the essence will overflow to resist the enemy, which is to cultivate the heart first for self-cultivation!"

I nodded as if I didn't understand, and I also learned from the master, sitting on the stone plate, facing the breeze on the big lake, silently reciting the mantra handed over by the master, closing my eyes and hanging my shoulders, and exhaling slightly.

At first, I couldn't calm down, and the sound of insects around me, or even the sound of water dripping from the sink in the distance, could interfere with my meditation.

After a few months, I slowly entered the realm of forgetting things and forgetting things as my master said.

But it wasn't the divine realm outside the Eight Desolations, but the phantom of Yamika stepping on the colorful clouds towards me, which frightened me to open my eyes all of a sudden.

"The illusion of meditation can be the scenery of mountains and rivers, or the old people of the rivers and lakes, just follow this nature, just like the breeze on the side, go and return."

The master, who was also meditating, gently admonished me as if he had seen through my heart.

Under his tutelage, I returned to my original illusion and fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up again, it was noon the next day.

My master, my mother, and other family members gathered around me, clapping and applauding.

"Jincheng, you have succeeded! Meditation takes 24 hours, and as far as I know, it takes at least 5 years of cultivation to do it, and you have only reached it in one year, so congratulations! ”

I don't know what to congratulate, but I do feel a lot more refreshed and my mind is more open than ever.

"Remember, all the sufferings of the world can be turned invisible through meditation, and this is the effect of meditation!" Master Huang stroked his beard and smiled.

As the master said, after a period of meditation, Amika and I were like clouds in the sky, and thinking of her was no longer a burden, but became a smooth touch and encounter like brocade, just like in a dream.

I suspect that Huang Gang is not a martial arts master, but a meditation master, who was specially invited by my grandfather to treat my lovesickness.

So, not long after I got started with meditation, Master Huang returned to the Central Plains.

The second brother Wu Wei has never had any interest in business management and kung fu fists and feet, and is only willing to read through the books of sages.

So his grandfather found him a college in Luoyang that was dedicated to studying, and paid for 5 years at once.

Wu Wei happened to go with Master Huang this time, but he was very happy that he had never been far away.

"Big brother, you practice martial arts to cultivate yourself to Qi family, I devote myself to studying to govern the country, our brothers will see you in the future!"

On the day when the whole family saw them off, this kid Wu Wei hugged me and smiled emotionally.

"Go over there and study hard, and I'll go to Luoyang to see you another year!"

I patted my second brother on the shoulder and smiled a little sadly.

This kid always messed with me when he was at home, and now I'm really reluctant to separate.

Chang'an, the third brother with deep brotherly love, has begun to cry with a whining voice

"Second brother, don't go! Second brother, don't go to Luoyang! He cried out.

"Third brother, listen to the old gentleman at home, when the peony flowers bloom in Luoyi Academy next year, I will greet you there!"

While saying and waving his hand, the figures of the second brother of Wu Wei and Master Huang had slowly disappeared.

They were accompanied by caravans passing by the Kushan Kingdom.

It's another helpless parting, and it's a long wait to see each other someday.

I saw that my mother, my grandmother, and my cousin Rangol had tears on their faces.

With such a young child, it is really reluctant to let him leave his family and go away!

But the man's fate is destined to belong to a distant place, and besides, he is going back to Middle-earth, where the roots of our Khotanese Yi clan are there.

Therefore, the second brother of Wu Wei went back with a mission this time, that is, to connect us with the roots of our homeland.

This is also a wish that grandpa has been unable to realize for a long time because of supporting his family.

Although he passed through the land of his hometown countless times on his way to business, he could only stop for a moment before moving forward.

As the third generation of the family, the second brother Wu Wei and the third brother Chang'an are different.

Grandpa's requirements for the two of them were to study, grow up, seek fame, and spread out in Middle-earth.

Therefore, the old man and us teenagers think differently.

The homeland is just a vague concept for us, and this beautiful "Qingfengze" is our home.

For his grandfather, although Khotan treated him well, this place was always just an inn in his life.

His home is in Jincheng County, Longxi, far away, in the market that has become white soil on the bank of the yellow water.

Two years later, in the early spring, under the arrangement of his grandfather, the third brother Chang'an also followed in the footsteps of Wu Wei and embarked on the road to study at Luoyi Academy in Middle Earth.

It was another separation of flesh and blood thousands of miles away, and even the grandmother who was dedicated to the Buddha scolded her grandfather's iron heart with tears in her eyes.

The mother was even more seriously ill because of the separation of the two children, how could she think about the future of the child, so she could only pay such thoughts to Bixiao.

Since the children of the family surnamed Yi are no longer studying in the academy, the old gentleman feels that his teaching career in my private school has been completed.

Therefore, he resolutely thanked his mother and grandfather for their repeated retention, and wanted to return to his hometown in Middle-earth.

"Sir, stay! There are still more than a dozen children who need your teachings, and my grandchildren will still be enlightened by you in the future, so you can stay, and we will give you a pension for the elderly!"

On the day of departure, my mother took me and all the students in the academy and knelt down in front of the old gentleman and pleaded bitterly.

"Madame! It has been nearly ten years since Lao Su came to your mansion, so it is better to go back! Why don't you go back! It's time to return to your roots! ”

The old gentleman picked up his mother, and when he talked about his emotion, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

In this way, the old gentleman followed his grandfather's caravan north to his hometown in Chang'an.

I hope that in that homeland where the war has subsided, he can still find a place to study with peace of mind.